Poétique

And On

Erotic wanderings
In the heart beats vicinity
Or the soil of your charm
Steps up and down
Is it the left or the right
That is more important
Which side to decide
To define how much
Which way to turn
How much to show
How much to hide
All the games I have wanted
To play with you
All the wishes I have hoped
Would be granted
Can we have one
Without the other
I can barely sit up
Paralyzed in the shadow
Of your future memories
What potion should I drink
Or which melon should I eat
If it were for your forgetting
None could be so strong
If it would be a toast to
Your remembering
The brightest embers
Would burn on and on
And on…

After Brunch

Like the quiver
Of a cat whisker
It shudders subtly
The feeling of remoteness
Forgotten bewilderment
Caring even less about
A remaining balance
Like sucking clean the fingers
From the sweetest hand fed meal
Delicate in taste
The most sacred piece of cake
Or an insatiable appetite
Uncovered by a lovesick fool
Naked running through the forest
Would you have me then
Would you hold my head
Would you caress my feet
And when would you premier
Before me dancing first
In your best circle of flowers
Picked out by the wind and scattered
About amongst the branches
Aligning twigs into a bed
To make love with me in
After brunch

Exactly the Same

Is it a headache
Or a heartache
It doesn’t really matter
They both feel almost
Exactly the same
My chest is filled with
Constipated breath
Is it worth biting
The tongue that would speak
To say that I love you
Even oh
Even if it leaves me weak
Even if it leaves us empty
Even if the universe
Betrays my passion
And abandons me
For every star that
I would copulate
To engulf my dreams
With light
Even if it leaves us empty
Even if it leaves me weak
Even if my tongue
Would be the one
To kiss and also speak
Into flames rather
Than with water that my mouth
Should pour out
In excited lament for to be
Orphaned by the moon
How soon is now
To take my headache
How soon is now
To break my heartache
It doesn’t really matter if
They both feel almost
Exactly the same

Another Day

Jealousy or truth
If you like dessert
Desire to peruse
To find your way
Across the floor
To then behold the nearest spoon
I’ve made the sweetest
Honey dust just for you

Oh manipulation
Undefined a simpler way
Of saying thank you
To you for pleasanter times

For all the everything
Each casual nothing
All is forgiven
Clocks unwind
Nothing needless be returned
We both know
The greatest gift
Will always be
In the reflection
Of the mirror to
Our freedoms

Light the candle
Not to betray but to
Accelerate the fire
Of a burning cirque de soleil
For each warm color
Juggled out through the
Window on display
Is not with doubt
But hope for giving
Up the trapeze
Flight midway

A lesson left in letting go
Not holding on
For what is gone
Another day

Not You

I can have sex with him
I can make love to her
But they are not you!
I can kiss his lips
I can taste her sweetness
But they are not you!

Off Of

My lips are hot
My heart is not
What else do we need
It’s only six thirty
It’s only a millisecond from
The rest of our lives
An empty chalice
An upside down bed
Even if the sheets
Aren’t fitted
The test is all in our heads
I can love you
Twisted on the floor
Broken bodies
Broken hearts
Thirsty for more
My lips are hot
My heart is not
This could be the last attack
This could be the very best way
To break my back
There’s nothing I want more
Than to fall off of your balcony

To Give

I am a tortured soul
Like a cold sore
A cancerous mole
Walking a tightrope
Of death
And still I have so
Much life to live

I am what no one wants
I am what no one loves
Sent from up above
Glistening in a garden of
Broken glass and blood
Left over from
The steps I took to get
Closer to the core
Of myself
If it seems like I am
Pushing you away
It might just be that you
We’re never really here
Anyway

To sit next to or lie down with
A tortured soul
A burning cold sore
A cancerous mole
Walking the tightrope
Of my living death
Deceiving me
Though I still have yet-

So much breath
To breathe
So much life left
To conceive
So much more
To give

Make Me Whole

Play my keys
The piano of my heart
The accordion of my soul
Tear the pieces apart
That only pretend
To make me whole
Take my wilderness
Rattle my bones
Make me whole
Take this story untold
Make me whole
Take everything
With nothing left to hold
I want you in my mouth
Let your love unfold
I want you in my mouth
Make me whole

Just A Dream

Maybe I’m not depressed
Maybe I’m a mess
And maybe all of this
Is just a dream
Because for all my life
I still have yet to find
A reason to give up
On what I try
For what I die
For every sign
Maybe I’m just less
Of what I thought
Was truly best
Better than the mess
No just the same
And in the wake of
Binding pain
In the coming days
My inner flame is
Still sustained
Maybe I’m not depressed
Maybe I am a mess
And maybe all of this
Is just a dream

Keeper of All Broken Hearts

You are the keeper of all broken hearts
No one is safe from the start
You hang them to dry
While your lips tell a lie
Collecting and tearing apart

How many more will you burn through
Stealing their trust like you do
You hurt those you love
And when push comes to shove
No one else matters but you